Fred and George snuck quietly through the castle. Getting in had been easy, but now they had to find a place to hide from the angry trio who were all sporting 'Umbridge for Minister' badges and bright green hair. The twins agreed that the hair was a little much, but what had really made the trio angry was the clothing they were now wearing. Full Slytherin regalia. To say that the three Gryffindors were mad was an understatement. Fred still said that it was the badge that was the final straw. Slipping on the wet floor the twins almost fell before turning and going into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Fred grinned and used the device that muggles used to record things to play a recording of Harry speaking in Parseltongue. Luckily they had recorded him speaking in his sleep. Slipping down into the Chamber of Secrets they were completely unaware that the Basilisk had not died ten years ago.

-What really happened in the Chamber-

"Come...me," The Basilisk heard waking slowly from his sleep. He turned to the opening passageway that would take him to the Main Chamber and slithered out, yawning and blinking sleepily. Looking down he saw a very strange sight. That red haired hatchling, the one that had been ordering him around for the past few days, was lying on the floor.

'Is she dead?' He wondered to himself before looking up at a young boy running away from him. The heir to Slytherin shouted something at him. The Basilisk looked down at the young man. He didn't smell at all. What was wrong with him. The Basilisk turned and started after the running boy.

"You are going to trip-" He started to say before said boy tripped. He slithered up so that his head was above the boy. Swaying as he tried to decide how to pick him up he sighed, which came out as a hiss, and wondered why he had let Salazar persuade him to come to the school and act as a protector for the children. Hearing a bird singing the Basilisk raised its head in shock. 'Why there a bloody pigeon in his chamber?!' The very fiery 'pigeon' flew at his face.

"What are you doing you bloody pigeon?!" The Basilisk hissed as it flew around his head. Without responding it flew for his eyes. "You bloody bird! You scratched my eyes out! What did I ever do to you?!" No longer able to see it didn't take a genius to know that he was not a happy snake. The heir started speaking again and the Basilisk grew still. The boy was running again. Maybe if he followed the boy then he could get away from that bloody pigeon.

Harry was terrified. Tom had set the Basilisk on him, which was following him, and it was going to kill him. The way it had looked at Ginny had looked ravenous. Like she was going to eat her. How on earth was he supposed to get rid of this thing?!

Relieved that the bird was no longer following him the Basilisk slithered after the young child. With a large sigh he grumbled to himself. Several centuries earlier Salazar Slytherin had asked him to protect the school. Now he was sorely regretting that choice for three reasons.

A stupid brat had caused him to kill a student, which was not something he wanted. (These young ones reminded him of his own young which probably had hatchlings of their own now and they didn't ever come to see their own father. Kids.)

Those kids had tracked who knows what all over his clean chamber and even had the nerve to collapse the front entrance! (That was going to take forever to clean up! And I doubt they are even going to try to repair it.)

THAT BLOODY PIGEON!

'It will be fun he says, you won't really have to interact with them much he says,' The Basilisk muttered to himself. 'If I didn't have a conscience I would leave that young child to wander around in these tunnels until he collapsed.'

Soon the Basilisk found himself at one of the entrances to the Black Lake. Sighing he slipped in and quickly made his way to the the Main Chamber.

'That is so cold,' He commented shaking his head as he came up. Then he heard the heir say something stupid. Slithering out of the cold water the Basilisk could practically feel his back creak. And as a snake he had a lot of spine to creak.

'I am far too old for this,' He complained. It seemed like neither of the two humans were paying attention to anything he was saying. Then he heard the small boy start to climb on the statue. 'No, no, no, no.' The Basilisk said quietly turning to try and pick up the small boy with his mouth so that he could set him down on the ground, however, he was having a very hard time doing so when he could not see. When he felt the stone crumble beneath his nose he was aware that he had lunged far too hard. 'Humans are fragile,' He reminded himself as they went higher and higher. He tried to pick up the boy again only to have something sharp cut his nose.

Hissing he tried again with the same result. The next try yielded unexpected results. A sharp pain in the top of his mouth made the Basilisk rear back in shock before he realized something. That brat had stuck a sword through the top of his mouth, nothing serious since he had missed his brain. The Basilisk swung back and forth and did something that he was completely unexpected. He began to laugh. The sword sent a funny sensation through his body so that the large serpent swung laughing hard. So hard that he, as a snake who rarely laughed and whose body was not made to do so, passed out from lack of oxygen.

Harry was unaware when he pulled the fang from the Basilisk's mouth that it was still alive. The Basilisk didn't wake up for over a year, but when it did it was not pleased with the last memory that it had. Who would be fond of the memory of a sword being thrust through the roof of their mouth then passing out laughing? Especially any respectable serpent?